Disclaimer: Not mine.
Celebrities just aren't the same. Oh, they're a fun read sometimes. Nice voices, interesting histories. But no matter how much I pretend, everything's different now. Because I had my shot, I had my big break, and I missed it.
Didn't realise at the time, I was too busy with the adoration and love. And afterwards there was just too much panic and running away. But looking back I know what I turned down. I saw the trailer, disguised by Cordelia's less than stellar vocals.
They don't get the visions. They all think it works like a machine. Put in one song and you get handed the answers you want. When you read you're inside. You know what they think, what they know. You know what it's like to be them. Angel's voice isn't a pleasant experience for more, and not just because of dubious tuning. It's a blur of images, thoughts and feelings, and you have to pick out the right ones. There aren't any words, but you get something you can translate into words. Blood fire death home. "Evil's coming. And it's planning on staying" And something more.
Just a trace, no great revelation. She was buried deep. But there was something there that that was beyond. There aren't words for it in any language I know, there aren't even ways to think about it. But I felt it.
Forged in the fires of creation, watching over the world since the beginning. She knew everything. If I had heard her sing when she was manifested it would have blown out my head. But the instant before I died would have lasted eternity, an eternity where I would have been like her. Crazy, flawed, transcendent. I would have been everything, everyone.
I almost resent Angel for killing her.
Celebrities just aren't the same. Oh, they're a fun read sometimes. Nice voices, interesting histories. But no matter how much I pretend, everything's different now. Because I had my shot, I had my big break, and I missed it.
Didn't realise at the time, I was too busy with the adoration and love. And afterwards there was just too much panic and running away. But looking back I know what I turned down. I saw the trailer, disguised by Cordelia's less than stellar vocals.
They don't get the visions. They all think it works like a machine. Put in one song and you get handed the answers you want. When you read you're inside. You know what they think, what they know. You know what it's like to be them. Angel's voice isn't a pleasant experience for more, and not just because of dubious tuning. It's a blur of images, thoughts and feelings, and you have to pick out the right ones. There aren't any words, but you get something you can translate into words. Blood fire death home. "Evil's coming. And it's planning on staying" And something more.
Just a trace, no great revelation. She was buried deep. But there was something there that that was beyond. There aren't words for it in any language I know, there aren't even ways to think about it. But I felt it.
Forged in the fires of creation, watching over the world since the beginning. She knew everything. If I had heard her sing when she was manifested it would have blown out my head. But the instant before I died would have lasted eternity, an eternity where I would have been like her. Crazy, flawed, transcendent. I would have been everything, everyone.
I almost resent Angel for killing her.